http://slow.writerscafe.org/kianatahleigh The original writings of author kianatahleigh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775254776 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You held me close for many years and dried my tears when I cry;No longer here to lift me up for to you I say goodbye.I forgot what Death’s kiss looked like until he placed it upon your face.I know we shall meet again once I feel his cold embrace.Sorrow, the friend of Death caresses my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kianatahleigh/2878666/ Those who hide do so by wearingthe drapes of sophism.Killing those around themusing simple syllables;Words sound like honeydrenched in hemlock.Death to you          student of                        Socrates http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kianatahleigh/2786101/ Short fiction horror story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kianatahleigh/2786067/ I am broken how will, you,put me together again?I am sharp glassthat will cut you, if not careful,but be wary I am fragile,and you could break me further.Be firm in holding me, somy pieces stay togetheras a new bond is formedby the glue made fromyour own tears as,you try to figure out how...I b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kianatahleigh/2044902/ The stars and the moonhave always guided me home,so why am I lost? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kianatahleigh/2044895/ It fell cloaked in the cover of the nightwhispering for the flower that remained.A rebirth called towards unplumbed plight;by fate, it has now been reclaimed;leaves wrinkled like an angry furrowed brow;winter now here leaving nothing to stay.Yesterday, the last reminder of how the essence of li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kianatahleigh/2044704/ Come on down to the jungle.The jungle where we play.All types of animals are here with many sights on display.It does not matter your preferenceor even why you wish to see.All that matters is that you knowin the jungle;all areFREE.SHACKLEDis wherepeople can drive,live their big ole city lives;&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kianatahleigh/2044521/ Sometimes it is not knowing someone that matters.It is having known them and the realization that somewhere in the world they are still out there existing.This is the comfort that the heart gets and uses as fuel for contentment,when the realization occurs that sometimes people are only around for a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kianatahleigh/2044322/ My soul knows that it is broken. A piece of the light it once knew is gone.Will someone else find the light my soul once knew?This light gave my soul an ember to hold and it clutched it tight.This light then blew a new life into the ember my soul held making it a flame.It was a flame that burne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kianatahleigh/2044319/ Eyes are a window.What in people do they show?They show transcendence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kianatahleigh/2044316/ Reality, what is realitywithout the technicality of sanity.Why must it drag me down on my search?A search for identity, freedom, and love.Identity once a forethought, is now gonedue to the sacrifice of freedom.No freedom, to finally love me,and who I am.I cannot love me and who I amifI do not even k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kianatahleigh/2044310/